"Hey, you've reached Savannah... well, no, you've reached her voice mail because Savannah is either working or lost in her art. If you leave your name and number, I'll do my best to get back to you just as soon as I can."

"Hey, you've reached Savannah... well, no, you've reached her voice mail because Savannah is either at cheerleading, one of the reserve meetings, working or lost in her art. If you leave your name and number, I'll do my best to get back to you just as soon as I can.

If this is Paige, I'm fine, really. If this is Papa Benicio, we need to talk. If this is Johnny, when are you picking me up?"

Savannah hadn't been able to sleep very well during the night, so about three a.m., she had given up. Getting dressed and brushing her hair back, she had gone out jogging and then returned home. After getting a shower and putting a pot of coffee on, she went into her studio and just tried to lose herself in her painting for a little while.

There had been too mnay goodbyes in her life the last few months and the fact that she knew the hardest was coming up didn't help matters. True, there would be more visits now, but that didn't make having to say goodbye for even a small span of time any easier.

And so, she painted. She didn't think or plan, she just moved paint to canvas.

She had been gone longer than she had planned on -- but the last few days had been required so that she could be healed before Johnny saw that she had gotten injured. It had been a tough case, but the bad guy had been taken care of and the Council was focusing on the clean up right now.

Once inside the apartment, she frowned when she saw all of the empty bottles of alcohol laying about. If her job was driving Johnny to the point of drinking this much, then they really needed to have a talk.

She set up a pot of coffee to brew as she cleaned up the outer rooms and got rid of all of the bottles. How did he drink so many? She had only ever seen this much alcohol all in one place when she was in a bar.

When the coffee was done, she poured a cup for both of them and then headed to the bedroom.

It was dark when Savannah finally decided to stop moving and pull her cellphone out of her pocket. She ignored the messages from Johnny ... and the ones from Sue, too. Her hands were shaking as she managed to pull up her contacts list and push a button to make a call before she did something stupid and tried to keep running away.

[[OOC: For one, and possibly others later. I also need to ponder the icon paid time again...]]

Savannah sighed as she turned to look at her fiance. "You heard me, Johnny. Paige and Lucas need my help."

"Let them find someone else to do it."

"Johnny, they can't. Their faces are too well known and mine isn't. I can go undercover without any problems to get the information that we need."

"They need, not you. You don't need it for anything." Johnny's face was tight. "I don't know why you still work for them when you don't need the money, Savannah. Between me and your trust fund, you don't havr to work and cvan focus on your art and other things."

"Other things being you?" She shook her head, reaching out to take his hand. "Johnny, we've been through all of this so many times before. I love that you want to take care of me, but I enjoy working and earning my own way. I like helping the supernatural community as a member of the Council and I don't want to touch my trust fund unless I absolutely need to." She ran a hand through his hair. "Besides, when we finally do pick a wedding day, I don't want anyone to say I'm only marrying you for your money."

"Let them say what the hell they want, I don't care. What's the point of having all of this if I can't pamper and spoil the woman that I love?" He pulled her close. "I don't like you doing risky and dangerous stuff like this, Savannah."

"I'm not exactly fond of you putting yourself in danger, either, Johnny."

"It's what I do. I'm a super hero."

She pulled back far enough so that she could tilt her head and look up at him. "And what about me, Johnny? What am I?"

Savannah hadn't returned to the Lighthouse after it was deemed safe for all of the refugees to leave the safety of Special Collections. There was the whole thing where she wanted to give Sean and Annja some privacy for their reunion. She'd hated seeing her brother looking so haunted and numb after he lost his wife, and she had been powerless to help him. The least she could do is give them some privacy.

She could see people all around her running about and being happy that they were alive again or excited because they had found out that people they loved were coming back into existence.

It was just like she had told Isabel, the people on the island were always brought back because those were the rules. By her logic, anyway.

God, she was exhausted, mentally and physically.

She wandered down to the beach to climb up onto one of the rocks. She needed some time to get her emotions back under control before she could go anywhere. She wasn't going to ask Wyatt to orb her to New York, because if everything she loved was still gone, she didn't know how she was going to be able to deal with it. Besides, Isabel and Wyatt had loved ones that they needed to check on, as well.

When she heard her phone ringing in her bag, she was almost afraid to answer it.

[[OOC: Open, but the Johnny thread takes place last. Johnny played for me by snarkyhealer.]]

Savannah hadn't returned to the Lighthouse after it was deemed safe for all of the refugees to leave the safety of Special Collections. There was the whole thing where she wanted to give Sean and Annja some privacy for their reunion. She'd hated seeing her brother looking so haunted and numb after he lost his wife, and she had been powerless to help him. The least she could do is give them some privacy.

She could see people all around her running about and being happy that they were alive again or excited because they had found out that people they loved were coming back into existence.

It was just like she had told Isabel, the people on the island were always brought back because those were the rules. By her logic, anyway.

God, she was exhausted, mentally and physically.

She wandered down to the beach to climb up onto one of the rocks. She needed some time to get her emotions back under control before she could go anywhere. She wasn't going to ask Wyatt to orb her to New York, because if everything she loved was still gone, she didn't know how she was going to be able to deal with it. Besides, Isabel and Wyatt had loved ones that they needed to check on, as well.

When she heard her phone ringing in her bag, she was almost afraid to answer it.

[[OOC: Open, but the Johnny thread takes place last. Johnny played for me by snarkyhealer.]]

Savannah couldn't sleep. She hadn't slept much during the night and then after hearing the announcements/radio broadcast, she knew that wasn't going to change. After leaving a note to let Angela know where she had gone, she picked up one of her bags and wandered slightly away from the main area and away from her tent to find a quiet toadstool to hide beneath.

With everything that had happened in the last forty-eight hours, it wouldn't be so surprising except that she needed the rest. She had been running on adrenaline all day and had expended more of her energy than she should have by doing too much magic without enough rest or food. She knew better, but in retrospect, she knew that she wouldn't have made any other choice. She was a witch and a sorcerer, with a bit of demon blood thrown in. She had the power and with that power, she took a responsibility upon herself.

Yesterday had not been a good day. She had looked around at the people who had survived and she wanted to rage and cry because there should have been so many more in here.

Swallowing hard, she turned to a fresh sheet and started to sketch a portrait of Wyatt. It gave her something to try to focus on and for right now, it kept her from giving in to the desire to curl up and just cry for a good long time.

Savannah couldn't sleep. She hadn't slept much during the night and then after hearing the announcements/radio broadcast, she knew that wasn't going to change. After leaving a note to let Angela know where she had gone, she picked up one of her bags and wandered slightly away from the main area and away from her tent to find a quiet toadstool to hide beneath.

With everything that had happened in the last forty-eight hours, it wouldn't be so surprising except that she needed the rest. She had been running on adrenaline all day and had expended more of her energy than she should have by doing too much magic without enough rest or food. She knew better, but in retrospect, she knew that she wouldn't have made any other choice. She was a witch and a sorcerer, with a bit of demon blood thrown in. She had the power and with that power, she took a responsibility upon herself.

Yesterday had not been a good day. She had looked around at the people who had survived and she wanted to rage and cry because there should have been so many more in here.

Swallowing hard, she turned to a fresh sheet and started to sketch a portrait of Wyatt. It gave her something to try to focus on and for right now, it kept her from giving in to the desire to curl up and just cry for a good long time.

Savannah couldn't find Johnny and the rest of the Fantatstic Four. Hell, she was having a hard time locating anyone outside of New York City, either. Paige and Lucas weren't listed and the phone for Stonehaven was no longer in service.

She had finally packed a bag and raced from the penthouse to the lower lobby of the Baxter Building. The lobby was mostly deserted and she went outside to flag her own cab down. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she knew she had to get out of New York City.

She was about to flag down a cab when she was aware of screaming and she turned to look in the direction of the screams.

Blackness. In a place where there should be skyscrapers and cars and so many people there was ... nothing.

And it was getting closer.

She couldn't take her eyes off of the approaching menace. She couldn't outrun it and she knew that there was no way that magic was going to save her from this.

Her hands were shaking as she tried to dial the phone and failed to key the correct numbers.

"Mama," she whispered. She had to call Isabel, let her know what had happened, say goodbye. She just couldn't seem to dial the number right now as she faced down the ending of everything she knew.

Savannah couldn't find Johnny and the rest of the Fantatstic Four. Hell, she was having a hard time locating anyone outside of New York City, either. Paige and Lucas weren't listed and the phone for Stonehaven was no longer in service.

She had finally packed a bag and raced from the penthouse to the lower lobby of the Baxter Building. The lobby was mostly deserted and she went outside to flag her own cab down. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she knew she had to get out of New York City.

She was about to flag down a cab when she was aware of screaming and she turned to look in the direction of the screams.

Blackness. In a place where there should be skyscrapers and cars and so many people there was ... nothing.

And it was getting closer.

She couldn't take her eyes off of the approaching menace. She couldn't outrun it and she knew that there was no way that magic was going to save her from this.

Her hands were shaking as she tried to dial the phone and failed to key the correct numbers.

"Mama," she whispered. She had to call Isabel, let her know what had happened, say goodbye. She just couldn't seem to dial the number right now as she faced down the ending of everything she knew.

She had been out in Oregon helping Paige and Lucas with a case and it had taken a bit longer than she expected it to. So when she checked her e-mail, she didn't really bother to read the one from Portalocity because well, busy.

Of course after three weird side trips and a layover in a place done in colors that she just knew couldn't be anything created by nature, she finally ended up in New York. However, she ended up in a section of New York that she had never seen before.

Calling Johnny didn't do any good as his phone wasn't picking up, so she called for a cab. She finally managed to get home without setting the cab driver on fire and was therefore not in any kind of a mood to be messed with.

The doorman greeted her as usual and happy to see someone friendly, Savannah smiled back at him.

"And how was your trip, Miss Levine?"

"Eventful, but it's good to be home." She headed toward the elevator, the doorman walking with her. "Is Johnny in?"

"Who, ma'am?"

Savannah stopped and gave him a look. "Johnny Storm? Part of the family that owns this building. About so tall and with a devil may care attitude to match?"

The doorman gave her a confused look. "I don't know anyone named Johnny Storm, Miss Savannah."

"You know, after the day I've just had, this is not the time to be making jokes."

A feeling of dread started building as she left the doorman staring after her. This did not bode well.

She had been out in Oregon helping Paige and Lucas with a case and it had taken a bit longer than she expected it to. So when she checked her e-mail, she didn't really bother to read the one from Portalocity because well, busy.

Of course after three weird side trips and a layover in a place done in colors that she just knew couldn't be anything created by nature, she finally ended up in New York. However, she ended up in a section of New York that she had never seen before.

Calling Johnny didn't do any good as his phone wasn't picking up, so she called for a cab. She finally managed to get home without setting the cab driver on fire and was therefore not in any kind of a mood to be messed with.

The doorman greeted her as usual and happy to see someone friendly, Savannah smiled back at him.

"And how was your trip, Miss Levine?"

"Eventful, but it's good to be home." She headed toward the elevator, the doorman walking with her. "Is Johnny in?"

"Who, ma'am?"

Savannah stopped and gave him a look. "Johnny Storm? Part of the family that owns this building. About so tall and with a devil may care attitude to match?"

The doorman gave her a confused look. "I don't know anyone named Johnny Storm, Miss Savannah."

"You know, after the day I've just had, this is not the time to be making jokes."

A feeling of dread started building as she left the doorman staring after her. This did not bode well.